Dont Get Lost in the Disintigrating Holes.

That's right amigos. Ho ho ho. The ghost faced bandit creeps along, under the grass.
You have to want this thing. The substances are indeed cunning foes and you will hear a lot of bullshit in those anonymous meetings, but that's a terrible reason to run, because its also where you will find the answer. It's like big Al from Dana Point said... we tell ourselves a lot of stories, and a lot of them aren't true. Like we tell ourselves that we have this big hole inside of us that we need to fill with fill in the blank. And if you are talking about your stomach then you might be onto something, otherwise, stop kicking yourself in the groin. You are a beautiful child of Creator. You are whole. It's those stories you told yourself that got you drunk... like the world isn't good enough already... like life isn't a miracle to begin with, you need to get stoned all the time to feel how you want to feel, get drunk with your buds to feel connected, do a couple lines to get the creative juices flowing. Bullshit.
Here it is. Right now. This moment. You wanna do the hardest drug tuff guy? Try straight reality on the rocks. Here and now. Raw life. Confronting the bullshit stories the mainstream is feeding you with a firehose to the face. "You're not good enough" "life is hard" "death is scary" "there are bad people everywhere" in fact, "people are bad inherently" "we're fallen" "judgement day is coming on the 21st of May, 2011." In fact, "The date is 2011." Really? Since when? For who? And why? 2011 years ago? Hmm. As far as I can tell it's still right now o clock... and God is way less of an asshole than the firehose police and billboard mind terrorists would have me believe. I so seriously doubt God had his only son crucified. But I don't have to know.
Ah.
Breath in.
Breath out.
The best thing about the sobriety cool aid is that you can let that opinion go. What's between my ears? A brain that has been conditioned by 31 years of limited experience. I really don't know what's going on here, but this so called reality certainly does not need any more hallucinogens to make it seem strange or bizarrely entertaining. This is one trippy ass show. I sure hope the bus driver is sober. That's gotta be a tuff job, all those lives in your hands. Who would want that kind of responsibility? Better to just go with powerlessness. Take er easy, like the Dude's sasparilla swilling friend suggested. Yep. Just take it easy kemo sabe. One day at a time. The whole darned show is just unfolding. Might even be a plan for all we know. What with our limited mortal understanding. But awe shucks. I just can't be sure. Another day walking down the road. It's a spiritual sort of road these days. Stay on path. We just don't know where it will lead. Vaya con dios amigos. Aloha.